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​Forget the wet spring

This summer, with a trace of a different flavor, dive in, live in my heart, and then forget wet spring.

Hot, irritability, boring.

Some things have changed, is changing. Like air and air yesterday today is different, adjustable desk like air enamel, not the flavor release yesterday, but today's fresh blood.

Then I thought of that piece of blue sky, like yes. When looking at the sky, the goal is a large a large blue, blue is very nice.

A lot of things, the presence of mind. Many, many ideas, stranded in the plan. Because there is no visible light, it has been sealed. Then one day, when I opened the memory only discovered that I had ambition. So I began to regret began to rue desperate guilt, why did not want to try, even a beginning of the footprints are not willing to take.

Many times, I have been such a clear and contradictory, do not try to be tangled, tangled or not to start, tangled desperate effort not to go. But these corrective became a huge tangle net, then again I can not find the most original piece of wire. I was wrapped inside this network, and looked out of the sky is so blue, so clean office furniture, but I have begun to give up. Did not begin to give up.

Sometimes I think our emotions like an electrocardiogram, there is always a certain moment into a flat line. At that time we should be blank, right brain. A more flawless than confusion, ignorance more off than flawless. I'm often in that moment, enjoy the moment like ignorant fools, even fearless. But later I was severely regret it, because everyone knows that time is precious than money, but I was asleep splurge. I always like it, to repent as commonplace. But I never thought that what I really regretted it, because I have been convinced, sorry can not change the past or the future.

Was too emotional rendering of the night, I always tossing sleepless night, a huge dark shadow not all life, everything is unknown. I heard a faint breathing roommate heard the sound of wind blowing through the paper dance, hear the sound of the rushing water in the bathroom, even I imagined I was not there an invisible creature walked in the dorm culturelle.

Now we seem to change something, it would seem that nothing has changed. In the three-point line is wandering, like a step by step of the cycle, until death.

Youth grant us fresh limbs, but in many cases, we are like old age of the elderly, and looked lifeless world, but Rangers is a luxury desire, I can not back pack away from home. The only way to do is to let the head vent, let thoughts swim, so look overlooking. Then imagine that he might have reached a certain provinces, one of the city a certain attraction, fantasy unparalleled beauty and shuttle crowd, and then I stood under the tall tower, looking tall city. Endless flow around the shuttle, coming and going, and then the night to.

Yet it can wear dripping stone, let alone a man meticulous care, could not move, electrical
desk could not deep. This is just a nonsense word, but it is a real-time performance of my heart the most vivid idea.

I was breathing, but it seems to suffocation. This is a kind of sentence, I do not know, contradiction is there, but when and where it will be no contradiction. Like a lot of people say, pain and happiness, like a person's heart is not the only one room, so the heart does not simply exist in a kind of emotion. Dream behemoth, opened his white eyes, exhaled diffuse sea of clouds, then piled the shape of emotions. Then, there is no then.